Andrea Whiting

It's very early in the morning, so please allow me to just blurt this out: hipsters are the dead end of Western civilization. They are anti-matter, devouring every counterculture before them, massacring idealism and installing lo-fi nostlagia as modus operandi, drowning 2k10 in a weird, all-black 'urrything recession vibe where......

Given that I refuse to pair a word as lovely as "summer" near detractors such as cruel "end" or the gentler "fade," I'll say this: Labor Day marks the end of nothing, except the death of any residual negativity I might feel for Coachella. With September settling in, suddenly the......

Last Sunday at the Wiltern, the xx opened their set from behind a gauzy curtain, their signature letter(s) projecting onto said scrim and causing the formerly docile audience to get loud, really loud - not the reaction you might expect for a band who so heavily favors quiet. The screen......

If you ever need even more proof that Los Angeles is more than its glittery and/or augmented parts, take your (San Franciscan?) friends to First Fridays: the first weekend of every month, sans summers, a couple hundred of L.A.'s smartest and most stylish hipsters take over the halls of the......

After dancing my ass off at the El Rey on Sunday night, here's what I've successfully established: Miike Snow is not: mythical, Mark Ronson, a lonely Swedish dude, a blinged-out jackelope. Miike Snow is: where the party at, secretly into Phantom of the Opera, responsible for some unexpected hearing loss,......

Before seeing The National at The Wiltern, I already had cheap shots ready for this introduction, all centered on one cold, snarky question: Is Joy Division from Brooklyn? On Saturday night, as the sun dropped into the downtown skyline and with the world's biggest Boxer fan at my side, I......

Is a fake genre dead when The New York Times acknowledges it unironically - or when iTunes monetizes it via smiling little "suggested subgenre"? Maybe neither: last night at the El Rey, Toro y Moi and Caribou both (inadvertently?) killed the chill by (accidentally?) rocking the fuck out of "Blessa"......